Warmoog Posted February 29, 2004 Sitting under a fruitless tree A nomad scratches his in contemplation As the sun’s glare burns his skin He wonders if life’s his damnation And if death holds rewards for him Counting himself among many 'victims' Of wars, loss, turmoil and injustice But does the blood spilt not stain everyone's hands? Or is he truly innocent… faultless Is that how God sees him? Mortal memory, how convenient it is Has he forgotten his role in the scheme? Or is he being deceptive… His guilt is he trying to conceal? Dismissing how he and those before him Conceived and - from its infancy - bred the beast Fed it with arrogance and pride Till it awoke, blood-thirsty, for its feast… And how he loved it more than his neighbors Fought for it more than his deen Made excuses for its existence This vile thing called qabiil (Salaamz.) Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
J.Lee Posted March 4, 2004 Yasmine! Dang Macaanto Mansha'allah, that has to be one of the best poems I have read on here. Short and sweet. direct and deep. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Instinct.Poet Posted March 11, 2004 Memories a bit too sweet but for same, it is testless to spit out. Not have i seen the sun picking out from the north nor will i see a Imigrants imigrating back to they land or nor will ye go back from memories. I hope it could relate to you!!!!!! nice work 1. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Emerald Posted March 12, 2004 mindblowing stuff, tht has got 2b one of tha best poems i have ever read by far, YASMINE thnk yu 4 sharing.XxX1ne Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
